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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 0:22:04 GMT -5
Marie turned and said "Oh no! at this point and time Epit would cry all week! it's the holidays and i've promised her that she could do more than she normally does! but tomorrow at breakfast i'll show you some wonders dear!" she said smiling warmly. it really made her happy that her son's wife wanted to learn how to cook from her.
"come on Isa, you've never heard Epit cry before, it's absolutly heart wrenching" Voltaire said holding his wife by the elbow.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 0:27:49 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "Well, I wouldn't want to make a house elf cry. My mother was very good at that, and the last thing I want is to take after her in anything at all." She gave a wry smile at Voltaire, then turned back to Marie. "I'd like that, thank you." She put her arm around Voltaire and let him lead her out of the room.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 0:36:54 GMT -5
" I think my mother loves you!" Voltaire said happily as they climbed the stairs to go into an upstairs study that his father had often used when he was younger. Voltaire led Isa down a hallway and through a black door and it opened to the family study. It was filled to the ceiling with books of every nature and fact and fiction. there was leather chairs that were a soft chocolate brown and a large oak desk. it was dark but still a warm room.
"My father used to let me come in here and he'd read to me." He led her to a chaise lounge and they sat on it. "I used to fall asleep next to him and that's when i felt closest to him." he said smiling fondly at the memory.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 0:46:19 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "That's really sweet," she said. "Your father's really proud of you, did you know that? He told me so." She curled up close to him and breathed in his sweet, musky scent. "This is a gorgeous room. Very cozy." She felt another pang as she thought how there wasn't a single room in her parents huge, palatial house that could be described as "cozy." She kissed him and said, "I love your mother, too! I can't imagine how you could have a wonderful family like this, a family that loves you and worries about you, and not want to see them or be close to them... What happened to cause the split? What made you think you were evil?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 1:03:30 GMT -5
"It was so many things...I heard that...In the parlor. I couldn't find my room the first time so I came back down stairs." he sighed and decided it was time to tell her about his childhood...how it really was. "I was a happy kid, I can't say I wasn't loved or that i wasn't cared for. I was and I really loved my parents...You saw, in the photographs. I had been schooled at home for my basic education." he said settling into the chair reclining. He opened the album to the back and showed her a picture of his first holiday home. He was sporting a black eye. "I got into another fight when I was on the train...I was picked on my first year at hogwarts. until then i spoke with a french accent like my father...I also spoke french...Don't ask me now, I won't know what to say. I forgot it all, but I know I had forgotten long before I met you." he said lookind down at his photo, he was sulking and pouting. "I was called names...Vole being one of them. I had a funny name and a funny way of speaking" he said a sadly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 1:23:13 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him deeply. "My poor baby. Kids are cruel. I know... I used to be one of them. And I was cruel. I hexed anyone and everyone who got in my way, and I didn't care who I hurt. I had no friends, but it was all my own fault. I was utterly convinced that the other children would hate me; that I wasn't even deserving of friends, so I decided to strike first. To give them a reason to hate me. I wish I could say things might have been better if we'd met sooner, but the truth is, I probably would have hexed you just as much as anyone else, just for walking past me in the hall." She cradled his face between her hands. "But you know what? Even then, when I was filled with bitterness and anger, and I shut everyone out of my life, it still hurt. And when the kids called me 'Ice Queen,' that cut me deep inside, because they had no idea what I was feeling inside. So what I'm saying is, we've both been through hell. School was hell. But we got through it, and we've found happiness. None of the rest of this even matters. But for what it's worth, I think those kids were idiots."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 1:44:14 GMT -5
"I have come to accept what happened to me...But it effected me deeply growing up. I dressed in mourning...of something i couldn't name. I didn't have friends, so i just studied. I wanted so much to be an adult and just go out and live my life without the rules of school. I had so much trouble with charms It would drive me nearly insane. I stuck to the book work and when i could I stopped taking charms and focused on any and every other branch of magic. Every holiday it was a battle with my parents. they were only worried about why i was so alone, but it hurt me to be reminded about it so i lashed out at them, and for the first time they lashed back, It hurt me so deeply, I was spoiled by them and coddled and then the rug was pulled out from under me. I became angry and dark and reclusive. It wasn't about everyone else then, it was solely about me...selfish as that sounds." he said sighing, he wanted to stop but didn't "I wanted to tear away...and once i could i did. with a vicious kind of satisfaction i packed my duffle...the same one I had in the cabin and started out into the world...I had it rough at first but then i was climbing a ladder and then i developed my charm. it was always in me, but i had shoved it aside. I grew in popularity and it bleed into a darker side of the world. I would drink heavily and in all honesty there were so many that i merely had just to have a decoration on my arm before and after a duel... you can tell me how sexist that is later, after a few years of that it lost it's polish and it was becoming the same as it was before...then I killed a man. In self defense, but i did it. It was too much power that i realized I had...it made me feel like a beast and it sent me again on another dark spiral into my own soul. I fell into darker arms and began walking aside some real stupid men and women. So I joined the dark lord and came back to this country, compared to the "Den of Sin" in Thailand or "The Underground" of New England it was a new place again. and then... I saw you... where i expected men to look like rats and roaches, and something in me in that moment cracked. It had been the lie i had been holding in my heart. You set me free in that moment and i don't know why." he said seriously looking into his wifes' eyes. He was scared...he had said it all...
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Post by marie on Sept 3, 2006 12:47:36 GMT -5
Anna got up rubbing her bum and muttering,"Evil portkey."She sighed and looked around,skipping into the kitchen she saw her Auntie Marie!"Auntie Marie!!!!!!!"Anna exclmaied giving her a hug.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 3, 2006 13:41:39 GMT -5
Rori awoke to a voice calling out Aunt Marie. She realized it was Anna's voice. Rori smiled and ran out of the bedroom and found Anna. "Hey Anna! Have any trouble getting here?" said Rori rubbing her eyes.
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Post by marie on Sept 3, 2006 13:49:49 GMT -5
"Yeah!My bum's been killed becuse of the evil portkey and floor."Anna said grinning.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 3, 2006 13:52:22 GMT -5
"Mine too. I have to work on my landings coming in by portkey. Although when I landed my bum hit a rock too. It really hurt." said Rori laughing.
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Post by marie on Sept 3, 2006 13:56:27 GMT -5
"wow!I feel sorry for you!"Anna said laughing.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 20:07:26 GMT -5
"Girls!" said Marie setting her spoon floating in the air above a pot on the stove. meanwhile Epit was frantically kneading bread and making rolls that proofed in the air and then sailed into the oven one at a time and popped out baked and landing in a basket on the kitchen's table. "Anna! we were getting a little concerned! Your Uncle is abed, He's a little tired." she said whiling hugging her niece. "Voltaire and Isabella went upstairs, It seems they needed a talk." she said feeling a little worried. Voltaire Had been troubled as a young man. Every tempt to try with him was taken as an attack and it was difficult to get to know him then...but the amount of emotion he showed a merely pictures of his childhood, made Marie think that maybe she didn't do something right, she sighed thinking "what's done is done" and smiled at her girls. "Rori, why don't you show Anna your bedroom? tomorrow before Lunch your Uncle is taking you to pick out our tree, I'll summon fairies and well make more cookies tomorrow as well!" she said happily to her nieces.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 23:12:55 GMT -5
Isabella leaned in and kissed him. "Voltaire, don't think for one second that there's anything you can say that would make me stop loving you," she said, running her fingertips along his jawline. "It doesn't matter... not any of it. I don't care that you were picked on in school... I wasn't much better off than you were in school. I may have been worse, and it was my own doing. And I love your dark side... I see so little of it really, and it makes me feel a little better about my own. OK, I'm not going to deny that the other women make me very jealous. I can't stand the thought that other women have touched you the way I have... that other women have kissed you. I know you didn't love them... it's them I don't know about. They are the ones I don't trust. But you... I love you no matter what. And I just want to know everything about you, like you know everything about me. Sometimes I feel like I talk too much about my past and my dark side and my 'Ice Queen' days... but I don't get to hear enough about you. I needed to hear this." She kissed him again. "I needed to know that I wasn't the only one with inner demons to battle..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 23:32:10 GMT -5
"Thank you..." he said sighing and leaning as far as he could towards her. "Maybe it's wrong of me...But I don't care if they loved me or not. I don't know what kind of man that makes me." he said uncertainly. "you won't ever have to worry about any of them." he said chuckling" At the rate my mind is going I won't even my own mother's name!" he said then winced as he shoved his foot in his mouth. He didn't want to make it seem he'd forget Isa!
"That is...I'd never in a million years forget you! I have your name deeply engraved in my veins." he said trying to sound romantic after his verbal blunder.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 23:38:03 GMT -5
"You better not," she said, trying to keep her voice light. "If you do, I'll just have to make you fall in love with me all over again." She kissed him, a little desperately this time. "We're going to figure this out, I promise. I don't know how... but there's got to be something we can do to stop it from getting any worse."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 23:47:42 GMT -5
"I've noticed that with spells and some memories...After i study them or hear about them, i tend to start to have a hazy memory of it, the spells I guess I just relearn." he said pensively laying his head on his wifes' breasts. his hand stole down her robe and it stopped at her gracefully curving tummy. "You know, I was always told that beauty fades, but I swear everyday you look more beautiful than ever." he said trying to draw away from the painful subject of his memory. " Have you been following what Poppy's told you to do?" he asked as he started to move his hand.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 23:54:30 GMT -5
Isabella closed her eyes and held him closer to her. "Of course. I want our baby to be as healthy as possible," she said. "But we'll still see if you think I'm beautiful when my stomach is the size of a watermelon..." She frowned.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 0:12:54 GMT -5
"I think you'd look lovely as ever...Your beautiful body and my baby..." he said moving his hand over her tummy. "I hope the baby looks like you. Your cute button nose, your wavy locks..." he kissed her and whispered " Your lovely heart." and smiled. His eyes felt a little heavy from the swings of his emotions, but in that moment he could of said 'let hell come tomorrow, right now i'm happy.' but he just wrapped his arm around Isa and felt like time couldn't move or touch this moment.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 0:28:22 GMT -5
"I love you so much..." she whispered, holding him closer to her and closing her eyes. She would never understand how she had gotten to this point... sometimes it still didn't feel real. But now, in his arms, everything fell away. There was no past, no future, no pain or fear. There was only this moment, the two of them, and the love that bonded them together. A warm, comforting drowsiness came over her and she began to drift into a light sleep.
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